Alright everyone! Depression, suicidal thoughts are gone and writing is back! I want to take this time first, to apologize to you all. My last stories that I've been trying so hard to update are somewhat beyond saving, so to be fair to my loyal followers, I've written a brand new story with some twists! Although the original didn't have as much violence and or abuse like this story does, I will have to amp up the rating and warnings.

One again, thank you, thank you, thank you. . . . so much.

Onward!

Title: Light In Darkness (Re-write)

Summary: Draco is the son of Lucius and Snape, he is considered a miracle in the wizarding world as he was born with great powers to stop evil. However, all this comes crashing down the day he was kidnapped. Now, eleven years later, strange things are happening and the threat of evil rises.

Rating: M

Warnings: Past Abuse, violence, and lots of bad language. Also, I'm pure American, so trying to write a British-sounding story will obviously sound terrible. (Ha, ha, inside joke) Also Mpreg, slash and past-Mpreg. (might be some male-lactation later on, but that's indecisive)

A child of fate.
A subject of destiny,
A miracle of the mind...

CHAPTER 1

We begin in the earliest of his childhood. The lanky boy with dirty platinum hair, unusual silvery eyes and an overly-large sweater that was falling apart. He was in the center of the circle, however, this wasn't particularity a good thing.

"Freak, freak, you're a freak, freak!" boys and girls, some older, some his age all pointed at him; taunting him, mocking him, angry at him.

He sniffed, avoiding their gaze. He should be used to their name-calling, but he wasn't. He never would be. A larger boy, the cult leader, his name was Tommy Beck. A bully to everyone, especially him.

"What's wrong no-name?! Are you crying?" He sneered. He towered over the blonde, he always did, he probably always will. He gave a great amount of force into the shove that he planted on the younger boy's shoulders, it sent him flying to the ground, scraping his legs and the back of his hands.

"You're not wanted here!"

He was right.

"No one likes you, FREAK!" He kicked up some dust in his face and the boy blocked it from his vision as to not have any of it in his eyes. He fought hard not to cry watching the group of children walk away from him. He knew it was a bad idea, of asking them if he could play, to join their fun. He should have just stayed away, like always. The boy stood up, clearing off the dust and mud off of what little clothing he had. He turned and ran away from the area. He couldn't go back to the house, if the warden saw him, he'd get it for sure.

The little boy, along with the other children in the remote area, all lived in the three story building, a large boarding house, an orphanage. They were expected to clean, cook, study and behave while in the care of the The Warden. The property was on a vast area of land, a good amount of farm acres with lots of space to run around. However, this was a luxery he was often denied.

He was so awkward, so. . . weird.

The little boy splashed the water in the large puddle he came across. He smashed the water to ripples as to not see his face. He didn't like his face. It wasn't tan, or even pink, like the other children's. It was pale. Sickly pale. He had these hideous colors, making him ugly in his mind. But, it wasn't like he could do anything about his hair and eye color. He got these looks from his parents.

What if they, his parents, thought he was ugly and sent him here?

He was on the verge of tears at that thought.

The boy folded his arms and buried his head to drown out any noise or sights. He just wanted to fit in. He just wanted parents, someone to love him. . . . a friend.

He made the mistake in staying out too late, because he was the last one in. He gulped after shutting the door and seeing children snicker while looking at him as they sat on the steps. The Warden must have taken roll call. The Warden scared the boy, she was as tall as a giant; while she wasn't fat, she certainly wasn't thin and her bare sized-paws that had smacked him a great number of times, were now curled into fists at her side.

She turned abruptly at his entrance.

"Wash your hands!" She screamed at him. She always screamed at him. While she was stern and slightly cruel to other children, her anger seemed to lash at him. The boy jumped slightly and ran to the nearest sink, it was best not to doddle, or waste time when she demanded this of him. He accidentally dropped the soap bar and broke it, he'd fix it later. He was just about to dry his hands when he went to reach for a towel, he was given a surprise smack to the face, landing on the ground.

Once again, he's ended up there.

"You stupid child." She growled. "You. . . hideous being!"

What had he done now?

"You left without finishing your chores, you lazy boy?!" She was getting closer to him, making him retreat to the corner of the room while her words shook the very core of his inside.

"You bastard! You ungrateful, bloody bastard!" She smelled funny, almost a burning scent. "I take you in while you froze to death on this doorstep as a baby and this is how you thank me?! Your parents left you here because you were a disgrace!"

She always said hurtful things to him. The other children said mean things to him. Always to him. . . always.

She went back to slapping him around until he cried and pleaded her to stop, but she just hit harder until he bruised like a banana. It was when he drew blood, that he sobbed. He clutched his left ear, in which it felt like a ringing had started until he couldn't hear much at all, and laid on the bathroom tiles sobbing.

The Warden stood up and left him. Closing and locking the door on him.

. . . . .

He was sitting by the window in the corner alone when it happened. It broke. Just suddenly. He was startled at first as all the tiny pieces came crashing to the floor by him. Glass surrounded him and children hurried into the room to find out what the noise was. They all smirked and giggled seeing it was him covered in glass.

"You're gonna' get it now!"

"The Warden's gonna' kill you!"

"One less Freak in Britain, that's for sure."

He tried to fix it, really he did. Just like he tried to fix everything from broken dishes, broken toys, anything to make others like him or at least hate him less. But his hands caught the glass and his fingers bled.

"What happened?!" The Warden came in, her eyes wentwide with anger as she stomped to the little blonde boy, yanking him by his hair.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" She repeated.

"I-I don't know!" He cried, "It just happened, it was like magic!"

"There is no such thing as Magic!"

As punishment for 'breaking the window' he was denied food until he would stop lying about the window 'just breaking'.

Because he was never innocent, never.

After that ONE time, more things started breaking. The boy wouldn't even try break things and they'd be broken. All from plates, more windows, beds, furniture and even clothes. Soon, he was simply 'too dangerous' to have around the orphanage.

He was currently sitting in the back to a police car. Tommy Beck told him that they were taking him to jail for being bad. He didn't mean to be bad, he didn't mean to be!

Before he could look out the window at everything he had ever known, the car started and he was being taken away from the 'hellhole'. Never again would he have to see The Warden or The mean children, but that didn't make life easier.

He was enrolled into Kingswood Reformatory for Boys, near Bristol. He had trouble there too and it was just like The Orphanage.

"Looser."

"Weirdo."

"FREAK!"

The uniform he had, truly he was grateful, but it itched and was too big for him. Once again, he's in a circle and they're taunting him. They pull at his hair, punch his arms and kick his legs.

One day, he snapped. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" He screamed, covering his head. All at once, the light bulbs shattered, windows crashed down and everyone screamed, running away from The-Nameless-Boy.

"I'm not bad, I'm not bad, I'M NOT BAD!" He cried for what felt like forever. "Leave me alone, go away. . . "

And it is here, where his reputation started.

Two-Years Later

Lucius Malfoy laid on the leather-green couch, not caring if it looked un-mannerly, or un-proper, he was tired. More than anything, he felt drained. Today wasn't a good day. He found himself doing what he did every year: flipping through pages and pages in the memory book, allowing his eyes to wander the beautiful pictures of his baby boy.

"Oh Dragon," He sighed, holding the book to his chest, hugging it. He closed his eyes softly in hopes of preventing tears from falling.

It brought so much pain to see these photographs of his child. The very flesh and blood that he, and his loved one, created together. This breathing, living human-being was out there somewhere! He knew it.

"Lucius." He opened his eyes and turned. Severus Snape, his lover, stood close to him by the sofa. He wasn't one to smile anymore after the tragedy, but he gave a soft glance to his husband and sat next to him. Lucius sat up. They both knew what today was, it was best not to dwell on it. Lucius shrugged, closing the book.

"We better get ready." The blonde spoke, standing up. "It's bad manners to be late."

Severus didn't say anything, but he followed his husband. Inside the walls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was a small apartment (if you'd call it that) The entrance to this was up one of the many hidden stairwells within the castle walls.

"Not a day goes by, Severus-." Lucius softly spoke, while waiting for a staircase to give them a ride to their destination. Snape looked up.

"-That I don't think about our Dragon."

Severus felt the same way. He thought about the little boy with each passing second, it seemed. It's a wonder it didn't consume him already. Most days, he'd forget to eat, sleep or even watch out where he was walking because of it. He gently gripped Lucius' hand from behind, making the blonde turn around.

"I know. . . let's get this done quickly, so we can return to the album." Severus offered. Lucius nodded, brushing away strands of hair from his face, nodding.

The two were off to see professor Albus Dumbledore.

"Strawberry-vanilla" Severus rolled his eyes, as the password opened the door to The Headmaster's office. The two approached the desk, waiting for a moment before Severus cleared his throat. Lazily waking up from a much-needed nap, was Albus Dumbledore.

"Oh, Severus, Lucius." He yawned, "Pardon me, I was just resting my eyes." Albus smiled, putting on his crescent moon shaped glasses.

"My apologies sir." Severus lowered his head slightly. "I just wanted to come and tell you that Lucius and I. . . we've requested to not be at the ceremony next week."

Albus kept his sad, small smile. "Ah, I understand. . .Shall I have someone in your place than?"

"Filtch can. Just make sure he introduces them to Slytherin house and bring them to the common room in the dungeons. I will however, be teaching potions like normally."

"You just want the ceremony, alright, it'd be a shame for the new years to not see the head of their house, however."

Snape didn't care. Obviously. Their opinions were nothing to him. He just didn't care.

"Well, I am glad you awoke me, Severus, I might be late." Albus chuckled, leaving his chair. Snape and Lucius shared a confused look.

"Where to sir?"

"I'm off to meet with someone." Albus fetched his robes, the warm ones with gold silk, perfect for walking around downtown London in. "Someone who has yet to know who they truly are." Albus gave them a small smile.

"Shall I have someone assist you?" Snape offered.

"I might be old, but I will manage." Albus reassured him. He gave the two a soft wave and within a blink of an eye, the two balcony windows opened, allowing more of the afternoon's sunlight to enter the office as Albus Dumbledore had vanished.

Lucius smiled, "Still gets me every time."

"I am curious as to who he's seeing. But it's none of my business." Snape turned to walk away with his lover behind him. Lucius couldn't help but feel a tiny amount of worry. Albus usually never left Hogwarts. Except that one time to fetch a boy named Tom Riddle.

The young boy watched from a window high in the building; Today, someone was adopted. A different boy, always different. Never him. He watched with a sense of longing as the young boy held his new mother and father's hands while they walked to a car.

The boy had grown and spent his eleventh birthday already. He wasn't even sure it was his birthday or not, he wasn't ever given a "birth-date" at the Orphanage, nor at Kingswood. This "birth-date" was given to him the day he arrived at this new Orphanage, two years ago. He sighed sadly, pulling the dingy black jacket closer to him.

He was about to turn away from the window when he saw someone walking close to The Orphanage, someone old, someone dressed funny, someone. . . .strange. The boy squinted his eyes to get a closer look when suddenly, the old man looked up at his window, at him. The boy shivered a moment, closing the curtains.

Albus Dumbledore was getting bad flashbacks.

"Place certainly looks the same." He muttered to himself. He smiled softly and waved at any children playing in the court yard. The small children playing ball, jacks or side-walk chalk waved back and they all talked about the weird-man dressed funny.

Albus entered the building. A girl behind the main counter looked up. "Oh, hello." She smiled, softly. "May I help you?"

"Ah yes, I'm looking for the Warden. Tell her Albus has come." Albus smiled kindly. The young girl nodded and left to get her boss.

"Albus." The girl spoke to herself, trying to pronounce such a strange name.

Albus sat down and sighed. The building still had the ugly yellow wallpaper, just like last time. "Albus?" Albus smiled, standing up.

"Albus Dumbledore!" The Warden was *Kathy Munts. Kathy was once a player for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and scored excelled above-average grades during her time at Hogwarts. However, after she graduated, she settled with a nice Muggle man and together they bought the old run-down Orphanage and made it a nicer, cleaner environment.

Kathy smiled, "And what brings you here?" She asked.

"Someone in particular." Albus smiled. ". . . I think you know who."

Kathy's eyes softened and her smile slightly faded. She knew EXACTLY who Albus spoke of. ". . . I had my suspicious, Albus. I didn't want to write, fearing I might be over-reacting." She led Albus to the stairs. The Boy's room was on the top, he chose it himself. . . .to steer away from others.

"Albus, I just thought he was a shy boy. He never showed any characteristics of being a Wizard!" She frowned, "I mean, he hasn't performed any magical out-bursts or anything, but his records show that 'strange occurences'-as they put it-have happened when he was present."

"He could be hiding it."

"That's what I though, well, if he is, he's doing a good job at it."

"Kathy, I find it funny you haven't told me the boy's name. What's his name, Kathy?" Albus asked. Kathy bit her lip. "I can't say, Albus. I asked him, but he told me he didn't know. No one at Kingswood knew either. We've tried to name him, but he doesn't respond."

Albus nodded, sadly. "Pity. A name, in itself, is nothing without the personality of the person."

"The boy's personallity, Albus, is hiding." Kathy replied once they reached the fifth floor.

"Hiding?"

"He runs from me, from other staff and children. Oh, but he's had a rough life, I assume, Albus." Kathy sighed, "He doesn't shun others, nor does he accept their presence. The children tease him about his looks, but I truly believe he's a good child. Would you like to go in alone? Perhaps I should go, he knows me."

Albus smiled, allowing her to lead the way. Kathy came to the last room on the top floor. She knocked three times.

"Um, Child, you have a visitor."

No response. Kathy opened the door. The boy was sitting on his bed, his head down, like always, and he avoided their glances.

"Child, this is Albus Dumbledore."

What a weird name. Well, at least he has a name.

"Albus would like to talk to you." Kathy allowed Albus in and closed the door for privacy, knowing the two would need it. Albus gently walked over to the platinum blonde's side, sitting on the now empty bed across from the boy. Albus could tell by looking at the boy,he was a splitting image of Lucius Malfoy himself. Maybe this child had a name after all.

Albus felt a little deja-vou coming back.

Just like last time with Tom.

"Well, you have the whole room to yourself. Must be nice." Albus smiled.

The blonde didn't know if he should talk or not. . . . maybe just this one time. He might be adopted. "Always. Never shared a room, they're too scared of me."

Albus nodded. "I see. Do you frighten the others."

"Not on purpose. Everyone hates me."

Defiantly not a good start as Albus had wished to have. "Dear child, what is your name?" Name? What is your name? He didn't have one. The Warden said he didn't deserve one, the mean bullies he never, ever forgot about, told him he was too pathetic to have one. The blonde boy brushed his cold hands together for warmth. It was always drafty and cold in the rooms we was in. Or maybe it was just him.

". . . . Don't have one."

He wasn't named. Which was why.

Albus nodded, "Well, would you like one?"

The boy looked up, surprised. Be given a name? Just like that? Be given a sense of establishment, a sense of being and a sense of humanity.

The boy continued to gaze at Albus. "My name is Albus Dumbledore and you, boy, are someone special."

Special? Him? No. Special people get adopted, presents, friends and love. He wasn't special. Albus could sense a different aspect in the air.

"Can you do things, make things happen that shouldn't. . . make an object do something without an explanation, young one?"

The windows, the light bulbs, the glass. Flashbacks of him screaming, of sitting at the many Orphanages and seeing glass break before him; of all the times he's felt anger, dread, and sorrow and something-SOMETHING happened.

The boy nodded, "I. . . .I break things." He softly admitted.

Albus smiled, "Can you show me?"

The boy was afraid to. Whenever he did that, in the past, bad things would happen and he'd be in trouble, or worse-he shook his head. He couldn't.

"I promise it'll be just between you and myself." Albus reassured the boy. The boy with silver eyes looked at the window behind them and in seconds it shattered. Albus' eyes widened and his questions finally had answers.

"Well, you are special."

"I'm not crazy." The boy begged, "Please, I'm not." . . . . crazy, lunatic, FREAK.

Albus held up his hand, silencing the child. "You are not, child. But let me tell you this. . . there are others who can do this."

"Others?"

"Wizards, witches, sorcerers." Albus smiled. "And it's all taught at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You're a Wizard."

A Wizard? Like, the kind in the story books he admired? The boy didn't know how to feel about this. Years and years of torments and being called names, turned down and taunting made him feel dizzy.

". . . I'm a what?"

"A wizard, just like me." To prove his point, Albus pointed to some drawers that were open and closed them. The boy's mouth opened in awe. Could-could he do that? Albus stood up, "Of course, the option is all yours. You may come to school, live there in dorms with other children that can do the same magic as you. I promise you, it's the last place you'll be tormented for having magical powers."

The boy wasn't too sure. He'd had a bad reputation in placed like boarding schools, Orphanages. But, Magic. A sense of wonder that has been his point of interest since he could read. He wanted to be like those who waved around sticks, casting spells and riding dragons through the night sky.

Dragons. . . . Dragons.

"Are there, Dragons, at Hogwarts?" He asked.

Albus smiled, "Students aren't allowed to come into contact with Dragons. But, you may search for a career in Dragons when you graduate."

Dragons! Magic! A promise not to get ridiculed. Hopefully friends.

"A-Alright!" The boy gave a small smile. "I'd like to go."

Albus smiled warmly. "Very well. It's off to Hogwarts than. However, I will have to provide you with living conditions. I know a friend."

"A F-friend?"' The boy asked, unsure.

"Two friends, very loving and I'm sure they'll be excited to meet you." Albus left, the boy following him. Albus bumped into Kathy and gave her a wink. Kathy looked down at the child and smiled, waving goodbye.

The child looked out into the sunshine, he was given stares at other children who were once playing but now were stunned at the sight of him leaving with someone.

"Will, will I like it at Hogwarts?" The boy asked, nervously.

Albus smiled, "I think you will, Draco."

Draco? The boy looked up at Albus. "What is that? That name you called me."

"I called you Draco. It is the name of Dragons."

Very well, The boy smiled. "I like the name Draco."

A sense of relief washed over him and he didn't miss the twinkle in Albus' eyes as the two left the Orphanage, on their way to Hogwarts.

Once Nameless,
your journey has not ended.
For many mountains to climb,
Seas to flow,
All wait the dragon's flame.

*Kathy Munts-my therapist who guided me through narrow passages for a happier life. To you, I owe my very life. Thank you.

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-The Un-Wanted Angel.